Malakias 1
1 Et Udsagn; HERRENS Ord til Israel ved Malakias.
The burden of the word of the Lord to Israel by the hand of Malachias.
2 Jeg elsker eder, siger HERREN; men I spørger: »Hvori har du vist, at du elsker os?« Er Esau ikke Jakobs Broder, lyder det fra HERREN, og dog elsker jeg Jakob
I have loved you, saith the Lord: and you have said: Wherein hast thou loved us? Was not Esau brother to Jacob, saith the Lord, and I have loved Jacob,
3 og hader Esau. Jeg har gjort hans Bjerge til Ørk og hans Arvelod til Øde.
But have hated Esau? and I have made his mountains a wilderness, and given his inheritance to the dragons of the desert.
4 Naar Edom siger: »Vi er ødelagt, men vi bygger atter paa Tomterne«, saa siger Hærskarers HERRE: De bygger, men jeg river ned! De skal kaldes Gudløsheds Land og det Folk, HERREN i al Evighed vredes paa.
But if Edom shall say: We are destroyed, but we will return and build up what hath been destroyed: thus saith the Lord of hosts: They shall build up, and I will throw down: and they shall be called the borders of wickedness, and the people with whom the Lord is angry for ever.
5 I skal se det med egne Øjne og sige: »HERRENS Vælde naar ud over Israels Grænser.«
And your eyes shall see, and you shall say: The Lord be magnified upon the border of Israel.
6 En Søn ærer sin Fader, en Træl frygter sin Herre. Men er jeg Fader, hvor er da min Ære, og er jeg Herre, hvor er da Frygten for mig? siger Hærskarers HERRE til eder, I Præster, som ringeagter mit Navn. I spørger: »Hvorved har vi ringeagtet dit Navn?«
The son honoureth the father, and the servant his master: if then I be a father, where is my honour? and if I be a master, where is my fear? saith the Lord of hosts.
7 Ved at bringe urent Brød paa mit Alter! I spørger: »Hvorved har vi gjort det urent?« Ved at sige: »HERRENS Bord er lidet værd.«
To you, O priests, that despise my name, and have said: Wherein have we despised thy name? You offer polluted bread upon my altar, and you say: Wherein have we polluted thee? In that you say: The table of the Lord is contemptible.
8 Naar I bringer blinde Dyr som Offer, er der saa ikke noget ondt deri? Naar I bringer halte og syge Dyr, er der saa ikke noget ondt deri? Bring dem engang til din Statholder! Mon han vil synes derom og tage vel imod dig? siger Hærskarers HERRE.
If you offer the blind for sacrifice, is it not evil? and if you offer the lame and the sick, is it not evil? offer it to thy prince, if he will be pleased with it, or if he will regard thy face, saith the Lord of hosts.
9 Og saa vil I stemme Gud til Mildhed dermed, at han maa være os naadig! Fra eders Haand kommer slige Ting! Mon han vil tage vel imod eder, siger Hærskarers HERRE.
And now beseech ye the face of God, that he may have mercy on you, (for by your hand hath this been done, ) if by any means he will receive your faces, saith the Lord of hosts.
10 Vilde dog en af eder lukke Dørene, saa I ikke til ingen Gavn skulde gøre Ild paa mit Alter! Jeg bryder mig ikke om eder, siger Hærskarers HERRE, og ønsker ikke Offergaver af eders Haand.
Who is there among you, that will shut the doors, and will kindle the fire on my altar gratis? I have no pleasure in you, saith the Lord of hosts: and I will not receive a gift of your hand.
11 Thi fra Stedet, hvor Solen staar op, til Stedet, hvor den gaar ned, er mit Navn stort iblandt Folkene, og alle Vegne bringes der mit Navn Røgoffer og rene Offergaver; thi mit Navn er stort iblandt Folkene, siger Hærskarers HERRE.
For from the rising of the sun even to the going down, my name is great among the Gentiles, and in every place there is sacrifice, and there is offered to my name a clean oblation: for my name is great among the Gentiles, saith the Lord of hosts.
12 Men I vanhelliger det ved at sige: »Herrens Bord er urent, og ussel Frugt er hans Mad.«
And you have profaned it in that you say: The table of the Lord is defiled: and that which is laid thereupon is contemptible with the fire that devoureth it.
13 Og I siger: »Hvilket Slid!« og blæser derad, siger Hærskarers HERRE; I bringer noget røvet, ja halte og syge Dyr; det er Offergaven, I bringer! Skulde jeg ønske at modtage den af eders Haand? siger HERREN.
And you have said: Behold of our labour, and you puffed it away, saith the Lord of hosts, and you brought in of rapine the lame, and the sick, and brought in an offering: shall I accept it at your hands, saith the Lord?
14 Forbandet være den Bedrager, som i sin Hjord har et Handyr og lover mig det, men ofrer Herren et Dyr, som ikke dur! Thi en stor Konge er jeg, siger Hærskarers HERRE, og mit Navn er frygtet blandt Folkene.
Cursed is the deceitful man that hath in his flock a male, and making a vow offereth in sacrifice that which is feeble to the Lord: for I am a great King, saith the Lord of hosts, and my name is dreadful among the Gentiles.
